Chapter 133

Katrina bustled around the living room, putting up decorations for Kylan's birthday. Her seven-month baby bump stretched her shirt, and she paused, puffing out a breath as she struggled to reach a high corner. She groaned, stretching again, but still couldn't quite manage. A familiar voice rumbled behind her, accompanied by the solid warmth of Kylan's back against hers. "I've got it, sweetheart."

She turned to see him smiling down at her, reaching up effortlessly to adjust the decoration.

"Thank you," she murmured with a smile.

He stepped back, his hands resting lightly on her baby bump. "You look amazing, by the way."

Katrina giggled and rolled her eyes. "I look like I swallowed a basketball."

He smirked, brushing his thumb over her stomach. "That's a good thing. Means Theo's growing strong."

"He is," Katrina agreed, her smile softening. Her gaze shifted as their daughter Clarence padded over carefully, clutching a cup in both hands.

"For Mommy!" the little girl chirped.

Katrina knelt, taking the cup with a warm laugh. "Thank you, sweetie."

Clarence leaned in, pressing her small hands to Katrina's belly and planting a kiss there. "Hi, Theo."

Katrina ruffled her hair. "That's your baby brother in there, sleeping."

"When will he come out?" Clarence asked, her eyes round with curiosity.

"Two more months," Katrina replied, tapping her nose playfully.

"Soon," Kylan added as he crouched beside her. "Not long now."

"Yay!" Clarence threw her arms around him. "I'm so excited!"

Kylan chuckled, hugging her back. "Me too."

The doorbell rang, pulling his attention. He stood, his brow furrowing slightly. "Were we expecting anyone?" Katrina shook her head. "No, I'll get it."

As she moved to the door, Kylan's stomach knotted with unease. "Wait, Katrina-"

But she had already opened it. A delivery man smiled at her, holding out a clipboard. "Sign here, please."

Katrina complied and accepted the package. "Thank you."

She returned to the living room and handed the package to Kylan. "This one's for you."

Frowning, he took it. "From you?"

"Nope," Katrina replied, a playful grin tugging at her lips. "Your presents are much better than mystery packages."

Kylan opened it cautiously. Inside was a photo album, and his expression darkened as he flipped through it. The pictures inside were vile: images of Isabella in revealing outfits, doctored photos of Katrina with Isabella's face superimposed, even private moments between Katrina and Kylan that had been taken from their nanny cam with Isabella's face inserted over Katrina's. His jaw clenched in rage.

"I need to go out," he said, closing the book abruptly.

Katrina frowned, concerned. "Is something wrong?"

"I just remembered something I forgot to pick up for my birthday." His voice was strained but even.

She laughed softly. "You silly man."

As Kylan left, Katrina settled on the couch with Clarence, gently stroking her daughter's hair. Fatigue overcame her, and soon both mother and child drifted off into a peaceful nap.

Unbeknownst to them, Isabella crept through the front door using a copied key. She stalked into the house, her wild eyes flitting around. Pausing in the doorway, she gazed at Katrina and Clarence sleeping on the sofa, her face twisting with a sinister smile. Quietly, Isabella entered Kylan and Katrina's bedroom. She breathed deeply, pulling Kylan's shirts from the closet and clutching them to her chest. Then, with a glint in her eye, she turned to Katrina's wardrobe. Grabbing a knife from her bag, she began slashing through Katrina's clothes with frenzied movements.

rampage continued into Clarence's room, where she took a small shirt, and then into the nursery, where she stroked the

Kylan

he called

Clarence clung to her.

her shoulder as he smiled warmly.

her lip to stifle a frustrated scream. She

he murmured, kissing

him. "Kylan!" she

in her sleep, rolling over. Katrina smiled and cradled her daughter. "I'll take her to bed," she

into her room and froze at the sight of Isabella standing in

"Isabella?" Katrina gasped.

would bring her, but this works too." She pointed the knife at Katrina's belly. "Wake her up. Send

yawned and toddled

is mine. Kylan and Clarence are mine. You're just

voice boomed from the doorway.

crazed devotion in her gaze. "She's not

you need to let her go. She's carrying our baby. We need her

torn. "Our

Kylan lied, inching closer. "Let her go, and we can deal with her

Isabella's wrist and driving the knife into her thigh. "Now,

his fist connecting with Isabella's jaw. The fight was brutal but swift as Isabella fought back with unusual strength in her. Kylan subdued her, tying

sat with Clarence in her arms, tears

beside her, pulling her into a tight embrace.

voice trembling.

softly.

through her tears. "I

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later, Katrina had given birth to a healthy baby boy. She smiled softly as she cradled baby Theo in her arms, his tiny fingers curling and uncurling while he

a strand of hair from Clarence's face. "He is, but

taller at the

arm wrapped protectively around her as he glanced at Theo.

clapped her hands in delight.

enough, I'm sure you'll have him chasing

the scar on his cheek, a stark reminder of everything they had endured together.

"I was just thinking about your

out, cupping her cheek with his palm. "I'm okay, Katrina," he said softly before leaning in

know. You did what you had to

cheek. "I'd do it all over again for you,

squirmed slightly, a soft whimper escaping him. Kylan chuckled, pulling back. "Speaking of Theo, I think someone's made a

as Kylan

the baby from her

impeceable, as always," she teased, opening her arms for Clarence, who

Clarence said with a

her daughter's head. "You

"No way!

do, my big

nodded vigorously. "Yes, Mommy. I love

Katrina whispered, her heart

cleaned up. What's this about?" he asked with a playful grin. Katrina smirked. "Clarence and I

Clarence nodded. "Big talk!"

I'm impressed. Big talks

down and racing

watching her go. "She's turning into her own

is. They grow

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